Night Hotel

Ashley D. Escobar

Can you livestream

in the night hotel?

I’m waiting for you in pigtails

and a tennis skirt. I’m at the foot

of everyone’s midlife crisis.

We’re in a post-Bret Easton Ellis world

the world we write is the world we live in

wasn’t that the New York School?

I’d have a Coke with you

but your teeth would rot. Your teeth

are most precious a neighborhood of

pre-gentrification dive bars to smoke inside.

People are afraid

to merge but this isn’t a freeway.

There are no signs

of life besides the bellhop.

We don’t have bags, only desires.

Drive us into the Hudson

in a rented Jaguar as I give you head.

My teeth stay hidden

Followers will theorize

our disappearance. Found footage conspiracy

Norman Fucking Rockwell

was born

a few blocks away. You’re buying an eighth

for fifteen. I’m drifting toward room service.

I would go out tonight, but my phone

isn’t charged.

I would go out tonight, but when

you return, we’ll just fall asleep.


snuggle bear

Ashley D. Escobar

you let omw

autocorrect

to On My Way!

every time

you’re on

the bus

at 2:33 am

coming

home

from an open mic

my anxiety walks

are on doordash

weaning

off hard liquor

no one says

they’re so

fucked

up anymore

i’m fucked up

on missing you

i share my love

in bursts

of odd behavior

i don’t simp

i yearn

i cuddle bunny

i snuggle monster

i i former loiterer

now curled up

with eve babitz

until we fuck

i’ll never

remove

my négligée

 
 

Ashley D. Escobar is a bi-coastal writer, filmmaker, and curator of chaos. Her first poetry chapbook SOMETIMES came out with Invisible Hand Press in 2021.

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